my friend told me this one: Roses are red Violets are fine I'll be the six If you'll be the nine Tehehehe...... And my ex told me this one: Roses are red Lemons are sour Open your legs And give me an hour Oh and a lil bit of advice.......when eating out a chick, spell your abc's , my ex used to do this, it felt really good! tehehehe.........
Cute poems W.C.!! Yeah, I prefer to spell out poetry and stretch hour to hours and etch oral word pictures of worship.... and the six and the nine flow like sweet wine into each other until the mind becomes mist and body melts like a lightning rod at the moment of striking which surges and surges in waves of electric spark That from heart to the soul arcs and arcs and all that remains is the intimate passion of contact.